Rider on a Narrow Way
With my computer replaced, I'm starting to work on Rider again.
Morgan
Define me by my scars. The unloved
heart. The stroke
that fell awry.
Glass-slippered in a mold
that cut me off. But how else
find love? My hand
is not a hero's hand. And yet
It will suffice for burning at the end.
Morgan
Define me by my scars. The unloved
heart. The stroke
that fell awry.
Glass-slippered in a mold
that cut me off. But how else
find love? My hand
is not a hero's hand. And yet
It will suffice for burning at the end.
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Wow... Spam comments. What'll they think of next?
Thanks, Kathryn :)
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